As you may have noticed, it’s been two or three weeks since my last post.
I have not died. I swear.
Instead, it’s been more like… Okay, maybe I did die, but in an emotional, creative way, and this death has been the metaphorical manifestation of the culmination of not only dark, dreary weather, but evil thoughts, a concentration on my screenwriting class which has drowned any and all other creativity, and the panic that I may or may not be failing my computer class because I really suck at doing homework, especially when it’s in excel.
Basically, read that as I have had intense writer’s block when it comes to any posts, since I’ve been focusing all my energy on A) trying not to give into certain horrible thoughts, B) trying to not sound like a complete retard while writing in a form I’m not used to, and C) mentally
stabbing my teacher murdering whoever created excel rocking myself in a corner because I’m pretty sure my CIS teacher hates my guts.
P.S. Three people have used the Herpes Toilet. One girl I almost turned around from washing my hands to say “DON’T USE IT, IT’S GOT HERPES.”
P.P.S. My play sucked. Just because it’s my first one; so does my television show. Guess what’s getting framed at the end of this class?